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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.