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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.