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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
The Busters,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.