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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.