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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 The Gap Band to the rock 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.