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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 linndrum 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 The United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.