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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.