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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Brick,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Kayak,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.