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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.