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 Mali and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.