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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.