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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Urselle,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.