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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.