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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.