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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.