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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.