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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.