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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.