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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.