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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
10cc,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.