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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
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 harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.