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 Cuba and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.