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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon 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?
Ten City,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.