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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Fad Gadget to the grime 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.