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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.