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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
ABC,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.