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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.