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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.