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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
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.