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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.