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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.