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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.