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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
CMW,
Sandy B,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.