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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
ABC,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.