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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.