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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
JFA,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.