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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Marc Almond to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Crime,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.