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 Uganda 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Remains,
Magma,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.