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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.