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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.