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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.