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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.