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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.