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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.