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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
New Order,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.