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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.