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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.