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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a spring reverb 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?
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.