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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.