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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Normal to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.