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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.