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 Kosovo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.