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 Zambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.