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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.