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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Durutti Column to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.