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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.