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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.