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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Wings,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Magma,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.