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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.