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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
The Monks,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.