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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.