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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.