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 Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
New Order,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.