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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.