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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.