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 Mexico and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Zeros to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.