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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.