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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mandrill to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man 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?
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.