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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.