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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.