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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.