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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.