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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.