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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Neu!,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.