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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.