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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Five Americans to the dance 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.