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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.