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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.