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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.