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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
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The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.