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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Nico,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.