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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.