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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Fear,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.