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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.