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 Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.