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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the grime 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.