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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.