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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Visage,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.