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 Romania and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Nas,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
X-101,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.