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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.