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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Cal Tjader to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.