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 Canada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.