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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.