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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.