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 Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.