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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.