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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
UT,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.