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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.