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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.