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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.