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 India and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.