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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ice-T to the electroclash 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
UT,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.