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 Albania and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.