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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.