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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Gong,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.