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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 B.T. Express 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.