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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
JFA,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.