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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.