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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.