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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Index,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.