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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 Beijing and Edmonton.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.