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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.