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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.