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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the jazz 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Scion,
Wings,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.