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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.