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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.