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 Laos and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Barracudas to the funk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.