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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Tears for Fears to the punk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.