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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.