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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.