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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Wire,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.