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 Ghana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.