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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.