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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
MC5,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Q65,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.