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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Crime,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.