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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Section 25 to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.