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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.