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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.