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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.