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 Angola 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Fear,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.