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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hardrive to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.