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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Fear,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.