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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.