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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Morten Harket 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
The Leaves,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.