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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
UT,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.