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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.