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 Maldives and from London.
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 Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lindisfarne to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.