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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.