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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
UT,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.