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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Rascals to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.