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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.