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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Residents to the disco 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.