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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.