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 Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.