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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.