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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.