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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lungfish to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.