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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.