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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 the Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Franke,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.