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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.