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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.