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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.