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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.