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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the jazz 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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?
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.