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 Jordan 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The New Christs to the funk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.