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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.