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 Malaysia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.