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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.