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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.