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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Pole,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.