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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 K-Klass to the disco 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.