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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.