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 Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.