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 United States and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.