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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.