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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.