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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.