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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 John Coltrane 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
10cc,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.