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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Salvador and Taipei.
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 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.