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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Five Americans to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.