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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.