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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.