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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Index,
Oneida,
Pole,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.