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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.