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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.