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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.