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 Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
The Index,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.