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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.