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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the dance 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Technova,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.