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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobbi Humphrey 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
10cc,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.