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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.