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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.