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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.