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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the jazz 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.