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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.