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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus 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?
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.