Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.