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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.