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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camouflage to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.