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 Togo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.