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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
New Order,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
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.