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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.