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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Franke to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.