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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Lyres,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.