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 Samoa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Excepter,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.