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 Austria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.