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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.