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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.