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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.