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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.