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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.