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 Rwanda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
the Association,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
UT,
Ronan,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.