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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.