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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Human League to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.