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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.