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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
The Remains,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.