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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
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,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.