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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.