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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
JFA,
Brick,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.