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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.