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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.