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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.