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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Move,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Smog,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.