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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Slave,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.