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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.