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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.