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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.