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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.