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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.