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 United States and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Can,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.