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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Gabor Szabo 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.