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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.