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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Zapp to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Monolake,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Mars,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.