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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.