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 Samoa 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
New Order,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Mars,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.