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 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Neu! 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.