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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.