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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.