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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
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.