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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.