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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
June Days,
Index,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.