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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
X-102,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.