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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.