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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.