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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
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.