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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Toasters 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.