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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.