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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.