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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Donald Byrd 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.