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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 an oboe and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.