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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.