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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.