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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.