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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
The Wake,
The Remains,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.