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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.