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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.