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 Bhutan 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.