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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a sitar 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.