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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Whodini,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.