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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 The Cure 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.