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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.