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 Argentina and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.