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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 The Sonics to the disco 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.