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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.