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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Crime,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.