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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.