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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.