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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Roxette,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.