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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.