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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.