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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.