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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
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.