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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.