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 Guinea 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Television,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.