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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.