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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.