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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Gong,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.