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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.