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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.