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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.