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 Kuwait and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the disco 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.