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 North and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.