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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.