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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Quantec,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.