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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.