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 Laos and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
The Motions,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.