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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.