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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Can,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.