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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.