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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.