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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Scion,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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.