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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.