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 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.