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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.