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 Somalia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan 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?
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.