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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
JFA,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.