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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Japan,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.