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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Erasure to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.