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 China and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 the Soft Cell to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Can,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.