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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Porter Ricks to the funk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes 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?
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
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.