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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Franke,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
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.