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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.