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 Malawi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.