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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Quando Quango 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.