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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.