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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
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PIL,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.