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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.