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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Visage,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.