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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.