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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
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.