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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the disco 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
UT,
Franke,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.