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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Mars,
Moebius,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.