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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.