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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 United States of America 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Brick,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.