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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.