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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
UT,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.