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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.