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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.