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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.