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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Archie Shepp to the disco 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.