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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Subhumans to the disco 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Can,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.