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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Scion,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Can,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.