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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.