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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
10cc,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.