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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
DNA,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.