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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Shoche to the dance 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
The Names,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Josef K,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.