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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.