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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Slits to the dance 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.