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 Iraq and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
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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.