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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.