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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Underground Resistance to the techno 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.