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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Aswad,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.