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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Brick,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.