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 Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.