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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.