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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.