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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.