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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Can,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.