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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.