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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Can,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Brick,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.