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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.