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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Q65,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.