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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.