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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Echospace,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.