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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
UT,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.