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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.