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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.