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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.