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 Liberia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.