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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.