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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Winnipeg and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.