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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.