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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
New Order,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.