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 Luxembourg and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Technova,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.