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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.