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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.