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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.