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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Parry Music 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.