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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.