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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.