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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Can,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.