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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.