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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.