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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.