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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.