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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.