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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
June Days,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.