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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 linndrum 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.