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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.