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 South Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.