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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Khruangbin to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.