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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.