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 Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.