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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.