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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.