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 Lebanon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.