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 Pakistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.