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 France and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Magma,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.