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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.