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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Cameo,
cv313,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.