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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.