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 Singapore 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Japan,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.