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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.