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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Magazine,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.