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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.