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 Panama 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.