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 Bangladesh and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Model 500,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
MDC,
the Germs,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.