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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 the Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Ludus,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.