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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.