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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.