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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.