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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.