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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.