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 Nicaragua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.