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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Excepter,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.