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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.