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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.