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 Ivory Coast 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.