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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.