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 Senegal and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
New Order,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.