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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.