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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Wire,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.