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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.