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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.