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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 güiro and an organ 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.