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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.