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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.