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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Faust,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.