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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the rap 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.