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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
10cc,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.