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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
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.