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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
The Move,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.