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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.