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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 guitar 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.