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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.