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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.