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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.