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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru 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 Pretty Things,
Quantec,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
MDC,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.