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 Finland and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.