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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Japan,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.