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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.