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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Hashim,
This Heat,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.