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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.