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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.