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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.