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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 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 Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Japan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.