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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.