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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Misunderstood to the grime 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
The Human League,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.