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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.