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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
a-ha,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.