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 Nauru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.