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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
UT,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.