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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.