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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.