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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.