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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.