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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.