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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.