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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.