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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.