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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Von Mondo to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Television,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.