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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.