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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.