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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.