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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.