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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cymande to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.