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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Cale to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
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.