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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Can,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
the Association,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.