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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Malaria! 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.