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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
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.