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 Sierra Leone 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.