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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.