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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.