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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.