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 Syria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
June Days,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.