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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.