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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
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,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.