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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.