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 Jordan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
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.