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 Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.