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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.