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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Görl 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.