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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.