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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.