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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Slits,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.