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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.