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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne 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?
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.