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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
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.