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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.