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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.