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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Hoover,
The Names,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.