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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 linndrum 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.