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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 snare 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.