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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.