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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 June Days to the grime 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.