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 Latvia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.