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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the electroclash 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.