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 Spain 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Vogues to the punk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.