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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.