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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.