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 Samoa 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the punk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.