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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.