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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lalann to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Flipper,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.