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 Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Fugs to the funk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
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,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.