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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Monks,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.