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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Interpol,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.