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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.