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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the techno 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
UT,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.