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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.