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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The J.B.'s to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.