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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.