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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Nico,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.