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 Malawi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.