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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.