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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.