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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.