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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
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.