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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.