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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.