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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.