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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.