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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.