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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.