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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.