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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.