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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.