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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
MC5,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.