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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.