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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.