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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
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.