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 Argentina 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
UT,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.