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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.