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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Technova,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.