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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skaos to the funk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.