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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Crime,
Motorama,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.