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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.