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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.