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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
The Index,
Magma,
Television,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.