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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Young Rascals to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
PIL,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
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.