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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 Black Moon to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.