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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.