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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.